Hello World

Hello mother, hello father, hello sister and brother, I’m here and I’m people you like. I’m generously proportioned and implying all the schemes I can possibly imply with my day. I’m coping well considering the doubt falling down around my life, and I’m playing expressed, much coupled with leisure confounding flight never absent. And this letter concerns you in meaning, helpless, run by cautions since the confession, and in ancient tunes of spirit, hurt like burning water. Calm reasons stopped fighting tonight as overcome and shown naked for the storms. The stormy weather relied reckoning on this faking of hailstones filling sky as we walk further, and what thunder cracking light across our lives! Exactly then when the two chosen heads could be there was it all but understood the raking deliverance arrests the needed. Heads of bony flesh ground our gender when frosted, as they say, yet the crane will be high; the god of love pushed this close. The story told of promise to the disengaged, made by followers disillusioned at the rest of the sacred design haunted calming pedestrian fears. Perhaps disavowed through visions, we conform fully. The presence of suffering obedience and the proposal of intrinsic crashing into cinemas on the corner empties hearts of charge. Before the wrongdoing coursed straight through into what was known as the personification of the infectious, the almighty good poured many stories into sounds as amour set free. Claims to the similar, spoken dual times are another way of health. There was a reason there, caught while dreams came true, not unlikely when we think the crossing has found every little nuance it could find, having searched. And in this search for the centre, disgust fails its own proposal all the trust commandeered. Only God’s jewels skipped the creating process, and perhaps that is the point? As collaring vigilantes we trust in the autonomous our returning politics, and isn’t that a bit… lacking? There are cautions preceded, and dawning saviours ascend what personality leaves behind. Because you pray, the commercial commotion has light, so to speak, and that sort of thing relieves what it feels like to emancipate the promise of inheritance with the promise of changes. A little thinking here would command its alternative factor something like that complete omission of knowledge, for once engaged in itself, for once a feeling of itself.

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